JUST DANCE, YOU'LL BE OKAY -- GASTON

[TINKA JADE BELMOUNT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Tink bit her heavily coated, red bottom lip. Eyebrows raised in consideration of the situation. She hadn’t thought of this, to be honest. When she had slipped on one of her smallest dresses, and done her face up to the nines, the young woman hadn’t even thought about the fact that she might not get in to Devil’s Bayou. Last time she had made her way to the club for a night of dancing and getting drinks brought for her, the bouncer had been that one guy she had made out with that one time, so of course he had let her in. Okay, so she had made him think there was a chance of more making out, when really she wasn’t the least bit interested. But that was all part and par really. The guy wasn’t all that great looking, so he was probably used to being flirted with just to get in right? Tinka also had a slight inkling he was too scared to ask for her I.D. She’d managed to hook up with him at a party without letting on how old she was. Which actually she did a lot when the guy was immensely good looking. This time, it had been a strategic plan though. For one, she knew flirting got you a long way when it came to getting in places. It had been a bonus that he was apprehensive to know just how old she was. She found that a lot though. A lot of guys preferred to be ignorant then to know they’d stuck their tongue down the throat of a girl who wasn’t even old enough to drink. God, the things guys would do for some action. Tinka smirked to herself. Men were so predictable, and she loved it that way. Opening her red clutch, Tinka pulled her lipgloss out. Eye still on the bouncer across the street, the girl leant against the wall of the closed building. Unscrewing the cap, the blonde made a show of re-glossing her lips. They didn’t exactly need a touch up, but the young woman was working under the hope that the bouncer may just look up at notice her lavishing her lips with attention, while eying him off. That usually made men think about kissing. Which was really only going to help things right now. Alas, he wasn’t looking her way. Tink spent as long as she could re-doing her lips, but the bouncer didn’t look up from his work. God, dedicated people could really be frustrating sometimes. And this guy looked like he took his job really seriously. This was going to be a problem. If he wasn’t going to participate in her flirtatious acts, then how the hell was she supposed to get in? With a frustrated sigh, she thrust the gloss back into her clutch and snapped it shut. She really needed to engage him in some preliminary contact before she got to the door, or it was all going to fall apart. Those girls who stood in line macking on their boyfriends then turned on the charm for the bouncer. How realistic was that? It was so freaken obvious you only wanted to use them to get in. Men were actually pretty sensitive creatures. You needed to make them feel good, feel wanted and all that shit. Tucking her clutch under her arm, Tink sauntered across the street. Swaying her hips dramatically. He at least had to notice her, she thought. She was in an incredibly revealing, tight silver dress, with red heals. She stood out, at least. Which was half the challenge. Every girl could slut it up, but you had to drag in the attention first. Her plan must have worked to some degree, because more than once while she was in the short line, Tinka noticed the bouncer giving her the once over. Each time she made to do something to hold his attention. Applying yet more lipgloss, fussing with her hair to expose the side of her neck closest to the bouncer. Adjusting her bra. All the youth’s usual tricks that usually get her what she wanted. It was frustrating though; because he never held her gaze for long enough. Still though, she had to be confident as she stepped up to him. Before she could even open her mouth to speak though, the bouncer smirked and shook his head. “Don’t even think about it, princess.” Tinka almost choked on her own tongue. “Excuse me?” She snapped, anger filling her tiny form. What the fuck even? She didn’t look that young. At least he could give her back some dignity and ask for some I.D. God. The prick. C O U N T 781 S E T T I N G October 2010, Devil's Bayou N O T E S ... hope the date and setting's okay and all =/ T A G larnie loo hoo <3

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[GASTON RAOUL DURAND]

Play and no work was how Gaston Durand lived his life. He didn't have a job and he didn't go to college simply because he saw no point when he knew he would be inheriting a large fortune some day. Until then, he would spend his fathers money like they had a money tree growing in the yard of their high priced estate. Gaston figured the money would be his some time down the track anyway, so he had no problem with accessing the special account that his father had set up for him until the grand fortune would be passed onto him.

Gaston was most definitely a creature of the night. He spent most of his evenings taking in the night life, while his days were spent sleeping off the terrible hangover that came the morning after. After the nights that he didn't drink he spent his time hunting in the woods or attempting to make a good impression on his fathers business associates. Once his father would eventually die, his business associates would be the people that Gaston would be working with, despite the fact that his father always doubted that he could do the job right.

Devil's Bayou was one of Gaston's favourite clubs in all of Fantasia. Being a man of his wealth and status, Gaston, of course was a VIP at the club. He was heading there tonight to meet up with some friends (or minions, rather) for a few drinks, perhaps he would find a lovely lady that would warm his bed for the night? Whatever the night would bring him, Gaston would be doing it in style. His stylish evening began as he dressed himself in designer clothes. He wore a pair of grey jeans, black leather boots and a black button up shirt that sat casually. Sure, his outfit was simple enough and no one would really guess that he was wearing designer...well, everything, but it was how his demeanor radiated confidence that let everyone know how wonderful he really was. A hint of masculine cologne didn't hurt either.

Once the limo came to collect him from his family estate, Gaston immediately opened a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a drink. Once he slurped down the first glass, he refilled his glass once more as he got himself in the mood to party. It wasn't long before the limo had stopped right out the front of Devil's Bayou and the people standing out the front began to stare. He received looks of curiosity, envy, wonderment...whatever the look was, the only thing that mattered to Gaston was that all eyes were on him.

As Gaston made his way to the special VIP entrance that was next to the regular entrance, he noticed a sassy (and sexy) young lady appearing to argue with the bouncer. From what Gaston could tell, the young lady couldn't get into the club (perhaps she's left her ID at home?). Now Gaston could have simply ignored the girl by marching straight on into the club through the VIP entrance, but he saw the opportunity of having someone owe him and took it.

"She's with me." Gaston said to the bouncer authoritatively. The bouncer looked as though he was about to protest, but Gaston soon silenced him with a look. A smirk soon curved onto Gaston's lips as he got his own way. "Babe, the VIP entrance is this way." Gaston replied smoothly, pretending as though he had set up a nice date with the young lady before him, when in reality, he had never met her. He held out his arm in a gentlemanly fashion. If the girl had made such a fuss about getting into the club, Gaston didn't see how she could refuse.